Blissful ✧ 𝐅.𝐖 (FINISHED)

𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞 ☼ New Girl

Third person

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Richie stood at his locker, arms folded against his chest as he stared into space while his friends was talking nonsense.

He sighed. "You okay rich?" Eddie asked him, nudging his shoulder.

"I don't know." Richie mumbled, looking across the hall to the 'new girl'.

Beverly looked towards where Richie gaze was, "Ooh, sound like our little Richie is in love with the new girl!" Beverly raised her voice catching the other losers attention, as she stretched out the 'o' in 'love'.

"Shut up beaverly," Richie shot back, squinting his eyes, which she rolled her eyes as a reply and lent back on the rusty lockers, "I'm not in love."

That was a complete lie, Richie was completely infatuated by her, they way she spoke, to the way she moved.

The bell rang above the losers, horny teenagers made their way into their classrooms. Richie followed the other losers into their only class that they all had together, history.

Richie sat at the back along with the other losers. Richie watched as people spilled into the classroom and finally his eyes lit up when he saw her stroll in.